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“Your tongue on me. For fuck’s sake, Rafe. Lick me.”

I trapped her wrists at her sides and worked her over with the tip of my tongue, refusing to give her the fingering she’d need to reach orgasm.

She’d have to work that much harder to get there.

Drawing a light circle around her clit, the tip of my tongue an infuriating tease, I dragged moan after moan from her.

“Please, please…” she chanted, frustrated and out of her mind with sexual tension, desperate at her soaked core.

I kissed my way to her center, mouth parting, gently sucking, tongue dipping between her folds. She quivered as liquid desire flooded her sex.

Chants and pleas turned into short, high-pitched cries. She was gone, all consciousness reduced to the inflamed area between her legs. Letting go of her hands, I shoved two fingers inside her as I tongued her clit. She gripped my hair and shattered in a string of convulsing waves, her pretty cries an alluring siren to my ears.

Afterward, as she slumped into my arms, eyes glazed and dazed, I’d never found her more beautiful, fragile as she was in the aftermath of marital fucking bliss. We finished washing up, then I carried her to bed, where she slumbered in the safety of my embrace.

29. Check - Rafe

Ding, ding, ding.

At first, I thought it was a social media notification interrupting my light doze, dragging me from that weird place between awake and sleep. The chirp sounded again, and I disentangled from Alex’s sleeping form at my side.

She didn’t stir, not even a hint. After the excitement of the day, followed by the intense sex, I wouldn’t be surprised if she slept like the dead until morning.

I reached for my phone, and the device shrilled in my palm, putting me on alert.

That wasn’t a text or a social media notification—not that I got a lot of those anyway. That was the alarm Jax and I had set up for the island.

Something had tripped the censors.

It was possible a small animal had done it, and tomorrow I’d laugh at my paranoia as I adjusted the censors to ignore such a tiny intruder. At least that’s what I told myself as I slid from bed, feet silently hitting the ground, and took the master key from around my neck. It unlocked a lot of shit in the house. I’d had the bedroom furniture specially crafted to keep every piece of Alex’s wardrobe under my command.

Kinky slut-wear.

Professional outfits.

Dressed up stuff.

Casual things.

Also locked away was my pistol. I stuck the key into the drawer in my nightstand and turned it to the right. The drawer slid open, and I grabbed the loaded gun. As I pulled on my slacks and pocketed the key, a faint thud sounded downstairs, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

I swung my gaze between the open door of our bedroom and Alex, still fast asleep in our bed, and debated on whether or not to wake her. The unmistakable thump of footsteps stiffened my spine, and the need to investigate sent me creeping out the door. I kept my back against the wall and peered over the railing into the darkened living room below.

Nothing moved, and the place was quiet. Maybe I had imagined the whole thing. I couldn’t take that chance though. I’d let Alex down once before on this island by letting my guard down long enough for Perrone’s guys to sweep in and take us both.

Not this time.

I was prepared and ready to fight for her, to the death, if necessary.

Finger on the trigger, I made my way to the first floor, bare feet soundless on the stairs. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and after checking to make sure the living room was empty, I started toward the kitchen, making it to the dining room before I found the silhouette of Zach standing several feet in front of me.

Steadying my hands, I aimed the barrel at his head.

“Before you shoot me,” he began with a flip of the kitchen light, “you’ll want to see this first.” He held out a cellphone, and the unworried smirk on his face pissed me off.

“How about I just shoot you and ask questions later?”

“Shelton thought you might. That’s why he sent me in alone.”

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